Sex stories

We’ve been best friends, two seriously good-looking guys, I admit it, 19 and 20 years old. Me, Nabil, and my boy Youssef — fit, lean, tanned — we do everything together and we love going on vacation to hot countries to show off on the beaches. We wear flashy swim shorts to stand out and attract attention.

When it comes to sexuality, it’s kind of complicated. One morning on vacation, Youssef says to me:
“admit it, you prefer guys, stop acting like it’s not true,” while putting cream on his face.
“You’ve never been with a girl for long, and I never see you do anything with them when you are.”

“lol, and you?” I tell him.

And then… he goes:
“Me, bro, I like guys.”

That answer leaves me frozen on my bed. He puts his cream away in his little bag, then gets changed, takes off his underwear (showing his nice ass) and puts on his beach shorts.

He tells me:
“come on, you getting up or you staying here sucking your thumb?”

All morning we stay on the beach loungers, like every day, but this time I’m colder than usual. We don’t laugh, there are silences. Even people used to seeing us laughing like idiots and flexing are surprised to see us so quiet.

After a long silence I ask him:
“why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“tell you what?”
“that you’re gay.”
“and you’re not?”
“nah, you’re crazy.”
“you like guys, stop it, every time we’re in Paris you check them out.”
“nah, I just look at how they dress.”
“yeah… no bro, you can see it in your eyes, you like them. Stop it, be real.”

An argument follows. Annoyed, he tells me:
“you know what, you’re getting on my nerves! Keep pretending you like girls your whole life and don’t bother me,”

then he runs off to go swim.

I watch him run and think:
it’s true… I’ve always liked guys… and especially him, that idiot.

From afar, I see him in the water talking and laughing with a tall Black guy. He comes back to dry off on his lounger, I ask:
“what were you doing with that guy?”

Laughing, he answers ironically:
“I was jerking him off underwater… what do you think, I was just talking, we’re allowed, right? Listen, you’re in a bad mood bro. Me, I came out, I said I’m gay.”

“You’re not bi?”
“nah, 100% gay. I like it, you see… (he says that jokingly) big thick dicks, Arab guys, Black guys… damn…”

I look at him shocked:
“stop, you’re crazy.”
“what? it’s the truth. And I’ve known you for 13 years, I know you like guys… I know.”

The sun sets, showing beautiful cadmium colors on the horizon. A heavy silence makes the moment almost solemn. In the darkening air, I finally admit:
“yeah… I like guys too.”

He smiles at me with his mischievous Kabyle eyes and says:
“there you go… finally.”

Night falls, we go back to the hotel, and as soon as we enter the room, we look at each other and… we start making out like two wild animals.

He strips fast, undresses me, I look at him and say:
“damn… you’re hot.”

He answers:
“you too, man.”

We suck each other. He’s got a nice dick, but mine is much thicker. He makes it clear… whispers in my ear:
“fuck me.”

He spits on his ass and slides my dick inside him. He moans:
“damn… your dick feels good.”

While moving inside him, I whisper:
“you’re the one I’ve always wanted.”

He laughs a bit and says:
“well there you go, I’m your best friend and your lover, two in one.”

It was the best night of my life.

After that, we were together for a year, but he was freer than me, always going everywhere, so we broke up — but we stayed best friends forever.

One night he asks me to fuck him again and says:
“no matter what… you’re my man.”